If you take sexual advantage of her, you're going to burn in a very special level of hell. A level they reserve for child molesters and people who talk at the theater.

Book ,'Our Mrs. Reynolds'


Buffista Music III: The Search for Bach  

There's a lady plays her fav'rite records/On the jukebox ev'ry day/All day long she plays the same old songs/And she believes the things that they say/She sings along with all the saddest songs/And she believes the stories are real/She lets the music dictate the way that she feels.


katefate - Sep 05, 2006 2:59:39 am PDT #3878 of 10003
Frail my heart apart and play me a little Shady Grove

Coming in from the black for a tina f shoutout.

I just got spam entitled "lip rayfield split" - WTF?

From way back (Waybacks!):

Frankly, my festival going days are over - but I have no other plans so - what the hell.

Whuh-huh? Not counting Winfield, the giant family reunion of people you're not related too, right?

What a shocker about Kirk. If fan devotion alone could do the trick, none of them would ever get even a hangover.

Also - Katefate - they have announced that Kirk's-health-willing, they are headlining Stage 5 on Saturday night for Winfield. Just like old times.

Awww. Just when I was thinking about heading back on Saturday instead of Sunday. I can't even remember why now; Saturday is always so intense.

Just read your report of the SLR Chicago concert. Damn allergies. Thinking about the two Winfield buds we lost unexpectedly this year. Fucking allergies.

Hey, Theo - Love "Potato!" It's a useful weapon in the earworm wars at work. I need all the defenses I can get - has anyone else ever been voice mailed the entirety of "Chevy Van?"

To all musicistas: Many smooches and may the perfect tune for your mood pop up next on shuffle!


Theodosia - Sep 05, 2006 3:08:56 am PDT #3879 of 10003
'we all walk this earth feeling we are frauds. The trick is to be grateful and hope the caper doesn't end any time soon"

Awww! I was just listening to it now, in fact, since I've got iTunes set up so that it picks up newly added tracks more often.


flea - Sep 05, 2006 7:11:41 am PDT #3880 of 10003
information libertarian

I think I first heard the potato song on NPR about 7 years ago. It led to the discovery that I have the so-useful talent of singing the lyric "potato" to any tune - Love Me Tender, Star Spangled Banner, etc.

This and double-jointed thumbs are about all I have to offer, so don't tell me if you can do it too.


tommyrot - Sep 05, 2006 3:42:45 pm PDT #3881 of 10003
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.

What the heck is going on on the cover of Goat's Head Soup?


Tom Scola - Sep 06, 2006 3:20:19 am PDT #3882 of 10003
Remember that the frontier of the Rebellion is everywhere. And even the smallest act of insurrection pushes our lines forward.

Slate article about Christgau: [link]

With Pauline Kael, Christgau is arguably one of the two most important American mass-culture critics of the second half of the 20th century


Frankenbuddha - Sep 06, 2006 3:29:39 am PDT #3883 of 10003
"We are the Goon Squad and we're coming to town...Beep! Beep!" - David Bowie, "Fashion"

Ha! I'd forgotten this line, and it is frelling hilarious:

Christgau's kicker to his review of Prince's breakthrough album Dirty Mind may be the funniest line ever written by a rock critic: "Mick Jagger should fold up his penis and go home."


Jon B. - Sep 06, 2006 10:48:12 am PDT #3884 of 10003
A turkey in every toilet -- only in America!

Not so fluffy bunny: [link]


tommyrot - Sep 06, 2006 12:19:09 pm PDT #3885 of 10003
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.

Odd musical instruments


DavidS - Sep 06, 2006 6:17:23 pm PDT #3886 of 10003
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."

"Mick Jagger should fold up his penis and go home."

Mick wasn't scared. He had Prince open for the Stones. Still a great line.


Lee - Sep 06, 2006 6:19:11 pm PDT #3887 of 10003
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

Hey, Hec, this song came from one of your mixes. What's it called?